The ever moving traveller, time marches only forward.
A moment created is now a moment passed.
Enslaved to time our organic progression is also our journey to decay.
The rhythm of the ticking of the clock enchanted to change what was.

Hail to the giver of joy and memory
We wage war against the conqueror of life itself.
Time is understood but never acknowledged.
Immortality is our comfort yet is never ours for the taking.

The gift of time is a treasure that we cast into the sea of waste.
The giver of memory walks beside us but is no loyal companion.
Swimming against the ancient flow of the unseen river which we all bathe in.
Time and fate tethered star crossed lovers,embrace the love story of ages.

Dance to the rhythm of the ticking of the clock for only your flesh is bound by time.
Rejoice in the memories of time passed, those are gifts not all will receive.